Lyrical Breakdown of Mr. Smith - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mr. Smith" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how LL Cool J weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mr. Smith" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that LL Cool J employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to LL Cool J's narrative.

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Uh Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith I'm goin' to the top leavin' smoke in my trail Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on sale And even if I'm twice as expensive as the rest When I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for nuttin' less My strategy is splittin' brain cavity's It's ya majesty bringin' you a tragedy Yeah, on the butcher block slice her like a ox When it's time to get down, nigga, I jam like a Glock I bust through all types of red tape and sue papes Niggas come old but they always wanna infiltrate I'm cuttin' snakes through the belly witta icepick And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas once again I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen I'm breakin' ribs till somethin' gives A nigga got to live and Mr. Smith is power God, kid Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up What you wanna do, what? You lack the vitality, originality, so face reality I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get wit Matter of fact, mornin' yawn and suck a dick Nah, hold up, what the fuck is goin' on? All these cartoon character MC's gettin' airborne Takin' off like a hot air balloon Goin up up up, oh no kaboom Bring your heroes down to ground zero Shotty grippin' ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro I'm on some shit, throats is gettin' shit Scoopedin' New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire bit Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and stick it 'Coz when it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked The grand sire bringin' flavour to the whole game Mr. Smith is my motherfuckin' name Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up To the bridge Mr. Smith Talkin' 'bout Mr. Smith Talkin' 'bout Mr. Smith Talkin' 'bout Mr. Smith Talkin' 'bout Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the lines up I'm about to blow the spot up with that divine touch I got the magnetic energetic lyrical calasthetic Ya, better call a medic 'coz ya look pathetic Guan boy it's the champion Mr. Smith Your niggas couldn't raise up with a forklift Cocked the hammer, peep out the grammar It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party All your so-called flavour niggas is deaded Your next step is where ya headed so don't forget it Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape When you scream you sound muddy like a bled teeth I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray Lethal compositions around your way I'm the maniacal murderous Mr. James Smith Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up